Nothing Special V ~ A.E. Via

"We were a unit
tonight, moving as one. Even apart, we are deadly, but when combined – we are
f**kin’ unstoppable." ~~ God ~~

Atlanta's notorious narcotics task
force is at it again. They are stronger, bigger, and better than
ever. Especially when a city councilman sends RECON Marine, Edwin Steele -
who’s been blacklisted from his Oakland department - to join the
team. God and Day weren't recruiting. They have a lot on their plates,
like the fact they're supposed to be getting married soon. They don't have
the time or the patience to integrate a decorated war hero with a slight
chip on his shoulder into their well-oiled machine.

A hothead that's
uncontrollable and terrible with authority… but wasn’t that their team
motto?

Steele was ready to hang
up his shield. He was done fighting with bigoted bastards that couldn't
respect the job. He was good at fighting; he just needed the right team to
fight with. When his uncle - City Councilman, Rasmus Steele - shows him a
video of God's team in action, he knows right away, it's where his nephew
belongs in order to restore his faith.

Steele pointed to the
driver, a behemoth of a man wielding those massive firearms like a true beast…
like a soldier. “And him. Who the hell is he?”

Steele was skeptical
about his new placement, but when he meets God's technology specialist/computer
genius, “Tech,” he's willing to give it his all, and he definitely shows
and proves.

Tech is stunning. His
sweater vest and khakis, a stark contrast to the blue-jeaned roughnecks
he works with. A beautiful sheep amongst the wolves. Steel thinks
there's no way the brilliant man would be interested in a hardhead like him, but
Tech has a few badass hidden talents of his own and manages to surprise
him... surprise all of them.

This story is a part of
a series but can stand alone. It does not end on a cliffhanger and has a
HEA. There are no multiple pairings in this novel.

AUTHOR BIO:

A.E. Via is an
author in the beautiful gay romance genre and also founder and owner of Via
Star Wings Books. Her writing embodies everything from hopelessly romantic to adventure,
to scandalous. Her stories often include intriguing edges and twists that take
readers to new, thought-provoking depths.

When she’s not
clicking away at her laptop, she devotes herself to her family—a husband and
four children. Adrienne Via has tons of more stories to tell, but she really
would like to hear yours. Via Star Wings Books is currently accepting
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Tech was getting ready to go over to Syn and Day when one of the homicide detectives burst through their doors wearing a pair of sweats and an APD tank top, his face sweaty and flushed but his eyes as wide as saucers. “Your new guy, the Marine, is sparring with God downstairs!” he yelled, and took off back through the bullpen, a few of the beat officers racing along behind him.

Ruxs and Green were already in motion, taking off like two bats out of hell. Tech was right behind them and he could hear the heavy steps of Syn and Day on his heels.

“Hey, what’s going on?” The captain frowned from the entrance to his office, looking confused at all his officers scattering like rats.

“The Marine’s in the ring with God,” someone yelled.

“Oh hell,” the captain said and joined in the crowd.

Tech’s heart was beating frantically, taking the stairs two at a time, all of them sounding like a cattle stampede. It was no secret around the precinct who their new addition was, a lot of them having seen the footage of him at the fast food robbery, so the thought of him going head to head with the baddest cop in Atlanta, that was something to run and see.

When Tech came through the swinging doors, the first thing he saw was the goddamn crowd. Everyone was down there, even a couple of the officers from booking. What the hell? Then he noticed all the cell phones that were pointed in the direction of the ring, recording. The noise was crazy like they were watching two heavyweight champions. His breath stopped when he saw God shove Steele into the ropes and hammer away at his ribs. Steele tucked his elbows in tight, a look of determination and pain etched on his sweaty face.

“Get outta there, Marine!” a deep voice shouted. “Get off the ropes.”

Tech watched Steele wrap God up in a bear hug to halt his punches. God stumbled back, pushing Steele off him, but to his surprise, Steele came at God with a combination that would’ve made Ali proud.

“Yeah!” The crowd cheered when God stumbled back into the buckle, his big biceps flexing as he tried to defend against Steele’s hits.

Tech swallowed hard. He was amazed and extremely turned on by how fast Steele moved. God swung a quick left hook, the crowd erupting again when Steele ducked and returned the same level of punishment on God’s ribs. Steele jumped back, meeting God in the center of the ring. Tech didn’t know what round this was, but both of them looked like they’d had the workout of their lives. He’d seen God not even break a sweat in the ring, but large droplets poured off his chest and shoulders while he brought his hands up, squaring off with Steele again.

God gave Steele a come-hither sign, telling him he was ready for more.

Steele brought his arms back up and Tech’s mouth watered, taking in Steele’s strong upper body, his broad shoulders and ripped back. His pecs were thick and dripping sweat profusely, making the large tattoo there glisten in the dim lighting. The huge bald eagle clutching the world in his sharp talons with USMC beneath it, done masterfully. But the best part was Steele’s knuckleduster piercing the image, the words Death Before Dishonor wrapped around the blade. Tech’s skin heated and he eased back into the corner to silently keep watching and also hide his reaction.